This is a song about "Computer coding"

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

Here i go again, falling in love

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Is you big enough

That's that computer love

I got computer technology inside of my dome

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

I know they pay me too much of attention

Coding, eroding, the system, fingers pressed in

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

Rated by a computer which the specifics i leave unexplained

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Supersonic future with computer shit spits quick, bionic